I pour thecereal in the bowl and take a half drunken carton of milk out of thefridge and pour it in the bowl. I put the bowl in front of her and shes...miles at me."Mommy, I want owange joos," she says.I search for a cup and pour her a glass of orange juice from the bottlein the fridge. I put the cup in front of her and she takes a sip. As Iwatch her eat, I begin to get hungry too and I pour myself a bowl ofCuckoo Puffs and a glass of orange juice too."Mommy, can we watch cartoons?" she asks.I. “Come on, kitten, show your mistress how much you love honey.” Her words were barely above a whisper. God, it was so sensual. Monica leaned over her mistress’ body and started to lap up the sugary lines, starting with her full, beautiful breasts. Her tongue trailed along the shimmering honey with quick, short, eager licks, and the small slurping sounds told me how much she enjoyed it. Cordelia stretched her arms above her head and rewarded her kitten’s efforts with lovely little moans. My own. .. little resemblance to the man of legend.“Wait, wait, wait,” Alan started out, “you’re The Merlin? King Arthur? Camelot and the round table? All of that?”“Well yes, is there another magic user on earth called Merlin?” The man smirked, though it was hard to tell with the long growth of beard the man had.Alan stopped and turned toward Hopix, “I thought you said that the earth now has a dampening effect on all magic users? That was the reason I couldn’t...”“A dampening effect? Only on Magic. The pair opposite grinned salaciously as an aroused crack was revealed, the fronts of their jeans bulging. Wiggling her shoulders, Emma tried to attain a degree of comfort from a bra that severely constricted her tits. Yet the movement merely caused the aroused nipples to chafe painfully against the lacy material, sending a shockwave directly to her loins. Pussy lips pouting, a single dewy droplet of cunt juice began a slow and leisurely trail down Emma’s inner thigh. It tickled as it trickled,.